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In Case You Didn’t Know

Originally posted by cinciscrapper

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qaHdHpSjX8

Here is something I decided to write cause it’s like 1am here and I’m trying to get back into writing (those of you that requested something from me, I apologize so much and I will get those as soon as I can. This is something to shake the rust off a bit.

Okay, so we all know Pete isn’t exactly expressive (except when he’s murdering someone lol), so I thought this song would fit this. This is “In Case You Didn’t Know” by Brett Young. Yes, I realize this is a country song but I find country music says things you didn’t know they could. 

Fluff, Smut

Tagging: @sammiielli  @wwesmutdonedirtcheap  @wrasslesmut  @hiitsmecharlie basically anyone that’s a Pete Dunne fan 

Word Count: 3583

(I didn’t add a name or details for the OC, and that’s because I want you guys to imagine yourselves for it, hence the reference of she/her)


“There, that should do it,” Pete said as he made the final touches on his surprise for her. He hoped she loved it because he usually didn’t do things like this – it wasn’t that he refused to, it was just he didn’t know how to express his feelings. He knew the feeling of aggression well and could express that like no one else could but this? No, this was odd to him but she made him feel things he didn’t know he could. There was a knock on the door and he looked up. He exhaled slowly as he adjusted the collar on his shirt and took one last look at the elegantly set table. He walked over to the door and opened and a smile spread over his face when he saw her.

God, she’s gorgeous, he thought.

“Hi,” she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey,” he replied.

“So what’s the occasion? You don’t usually dress up – or invite me to dinner,” she said with a lilting laugh that gave him a warm, tingling feeling in his body.

“I have something I wanted to say and I didn’t know how else to do it,” he told her in his thick accent.

“Hmm. This should be fun,” she replied as she walked in. She gasped as she saw the beautifully laid table, complete with candles and a vase of her favorite flowers – calla lilies.

“You did this. For me?” she wanted to know. He nodded sheepishly.

“Pete, you’re wonderful,” she whispered as she kissed him again, this time on the lips. Pete pulled her closer as he cradled the back of her head with his callused hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist. He moaned as she nipped at his lip and he knew he had to break the kiss because otherwise, they’d never make it to dinner.

“Aww, I was enjoying that,” she mock-whined with a devilish pout.

“Ah, I know, petal. But I want you to eat first,” he told her, jerking his head towards the table.

“Will you be dessert, then?” she asked with a wink.

“That depends on if you’re a good girl,” he whispered in her ear.

“Only for you, my love,” she whispered back.

Pete turned her around and led her to the table, where he pulled out her chair. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and he knew he wanted her but he just didn’t know the right way to tell her.

“I know you liked wine, so I got you a bottle. Is that alright?” Pete asked once they sat down.

“Alright with me. Sure you don’t want a glass?” she asked once she took her glass that he filled up for her. He gave her one of his trademark sneers which made her laugh.

“I’m kidding, Pete.”

“I know. I also cooked dinner for you and yes, I added non vegan products.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me. Really. You didn’t,” she said as she reached for his hand. He took her hand and rubbed it with his thumb.

“I know, but I needed to. I…” he trailed off. She put her wineglass down and cocked her head.

“What is it?”

“Can we at least start eating first? Please? I can’t think without food.”

She rolled her eyes and took her hand from his.

“Okay, fine. You weirdo. We’ll eat.”

That earned her a smile.

“You know, when you smile, you’ve got the best smile. I want you to smile more,” she told him.

“Nah. Then I wouldn’t be the Bruiserweight and what good would that do?” he quipped as he took a drink of water.

“Fine. Will you smile more for me, then?”

“Of course. Only for you, though.”

They ate in silence for a while, but Pete just couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so different from him – for one, she was American. She also wasn’t a vegan, as evidenced by her tearing into a steak that he grilled for her alone. Sometimes, he didn’t know why she put up with him – he was moody and he beat people up for a living. 

“I can’t count the times

I almost said what’s on my mind

But I didn’t

Just the other day

I wrote down all the things I’d say

But I couldn’t

I just couldn't”

They finished their dinner and while Pete was putting the dishes in the sink – at his insistence because she kept wanting to help him clear away the table – she was drinking her second glass of wine, taking him in and wondering why he picked her. He was pretty famous in his home country of England and there was no doubt he had women falling over him trying to get his attention. She bit her lip and smiled to herself as she remembered him asking her out for the first time; the way he tripped over his words and the way he kept glancing at her nervously. She found the whole thing hilarious because she knew what he did for a living and she thought his whole rough and tumble persona was just that – a persona and there was actually a soft, kind man underneath the callused hands and the semi-permanent sneer that was fixed on his lips.

“Okay, those are done,” Pete announced.

“Ah, good! Now you can tell me what it is you wanted to say.”

“You wanna go sit down?” he asked, pointing towards his sofa.

“Sure.”

They walked over to his couch, where she promptly kicked off her heels and placed her legs into his lap. He started massaging her feet and calves, which elicited a soft moan from her.

“That feels amazing,” she said softly.

“Good. Okay, I’m ready. I think,” he whispered nervously. She put her now empty glass down and leaned closer to him.

“Baby I know that you’ve been wondering

Mmm, so here goes nothing”

“What is it?” she asked as she pushed back a lock of blonde hair that had fallen in his face.

“I… I love you. I’m fucking crazy about you. I just… I’m not great at these things but I needed to tell you. Like, I have to tell you this. Everything about you drives me fucking insane but I want it. I want… I want you,” he said, almost in a rush.

“In case you didn’t know

Baby I’m crazy bout you

And I would be lying if I said

That I could live this life without you

Even though I don’t tell you all the time

You had my heart a long long time ago

In case you didn’t know”

She was absentmindedly stroking his hair and she stopped when she heard his confession.

“Pete,” she whispered.

He looked at her expectantly as he bit his lip.

“S-say something?”

She said nothing but in response, she leaned over and kissed him softly. She ran her hand through his hair as she kissed him and he was so taken aback that his arm stopped in midair before finally wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her heart beat picking up pace and his beginning to match it. He moved to lay down on the couch, stretching out his legs but keeping a firm hold on her so that she didn’t fall off.

After a while, she came up for air and laid her head on his chest. He stroked her hair as he struggled to find the words.

“You’re… awfully quiet, love. Did I say something wrong?” Pete whispered.

She looked up at him and smiled.

“Not at all, baby. In fact, I’m glad you said that. I… I love you too.”

Pete let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

“The way you look tonight

That second glass of wine

That did it

There was something bout that kiss

Girl it did me in

Got me thinking

I’m thinking”

“I know. It’s just nice to hear the words. Especially when I don’t know how to say them and don’t say them all the time.”

“It’s okay, Pete. I know you have to keep up appearances but you know you can let down your guard with me. It’s okay,” she murmured.

“You’ve got all of me
 I belong to you
Yeah you’re my everything”

“I want to. I’m trying to, love. I… just don’t know how to.”

“Let me help you, then.” 

Pete looked at her with questioning eyes and all he got in response was a devilish grin. He moved his hands until they were resting on her hips and he looked up at her.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him slowly and passionately. Pete moaned and tightened his grip on her hips while she reached for his shirt to start unbuttoning it. Once she had it unbuttoned all the way, she spread her hands out across his broad torso and slid it off. Pete sat up to help take it off and then reached for the back of her dress. He fumbled with the zipper as he littered her neck and shoulders with kisses and small nibbles. She leaned away from him to finish taking off her dress and he stared at her with hungry eyes. She bit her lip as she held his gaze.

“Like what you see?” she murmured seductively.

“You have no idea,” he growled as he leaned over to kiss her, this time more roughly. He bit her lip, eliciting a moan from her which in turn, made him groan. He gripped the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her soft hair as he slid his tongue in her mouth and kissing her as roughly and hotly as he could. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders as she moaned louder this time. He took his free hand to hook her leg and pull it up around his waist.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, darling,” he groaned as he made his way down to her chest. He made quick work of her lacy bra and he began to kiss her heaving breasts while she moaned his name.

“Pete!” she cried out when she felt his teeth bite her breast. He kissed the spot then slowly started to lick her nipple while his other hand was squeezing and playing with her other breast. He grazed his teeth over one pert nipple while he pinched the other, making her squirm underneath him. He switched over as she continued to squirm under him.

Once he had had his fill, he came back up to kiss her again.

“Sit up,” Pete commanded. She did as she was told and she watched in anticipation. Pete pulled her closer to him so that she was on the edge of the couch and he spread her legs apart.

“Ooh. What are you planning, Mr. Dunne?” she wanted to know as she ran her hands through his now messy hair. Pete looked up and flashed her a wolfish grin.

“You’re about to find out, sweetheart,” was his reply as he made her matching lace boyshorts disappear.

“Eyes on me,” he said sharply. She kept her eyes on him as he took one callused hand and spread her lips apart and pressed his thumb against her clit. He rubbed it enough to make her moan his name and then he slid one finger inside her, making her gasp.

“Ahh,” she moaned. Pete slid his finger back out and then in quickly. He then added another finger, keeping the same pace.

“P-Pete…” she gasped out as she reached for his free hand. He obliged as he laced his fingers with hers, never taking his eyes off her or breaking his pace.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss her stomach and thighs as he kept working his fingers in and out of her now wet pussy. He bit the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, making her gasp and cry out.

“I… I want…” she said breathlessly. Pete glanced up at her and whispered,

“What do you want?” as he kept his languid pace. “Tell me.”

“I want… your mouth.”

“Where, sweetheart?”

“Where… where your fingers… are.”

“Oh? What’s the magic word, darling?” he murmured as he kissed slowly and ever closer to where his fingers were.

“Please!” she squeaked.

Pete stopped his fingering then. He bit her other thigh, eliciting another moan from her lips.

“Okay. But first you gotta do something for me,” he said.

“Anything,” she told him.

“Kiss me.” She leaned down to kiss his lips; he then slid one wet finger in between her lips.

“Suck it clean,” he told her. She obliged happily, sucking his finger until it was dry. Once it was done, Pete took the other finger and slipped it into his mouth, watching her as he did so.

“You taste pretty good,” he remarked after he took his finger out of his mouth.

“Yea?” she said. She motioned for him to come closer. “Keep tasting,” she whispered as she brought his head closer to her outstretched legs.

Pete bit his lip and then put his head between her legs. He enthusiastically went to work, licking and sucking on her clit. He gripped her thighs to steady himself as he kept licking her.

“Ahh! Pete! Ohh, god, you feel amazing,” she moaned as gripped the back of his head. Pete slipped a finger back in and began working in tandem with his skilled tongue, making her buck her hips and writhe in pleasure on the couch. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest and she didn’t know how much more she could take.

Pete kept up this tandem for a little while, at least until he felt her tensing up.

“You’re not ready, now, are ya darling?” he whispered teasingly as he licked her wet thighs.

“I…”

“You what?”

“Want…”

“Want what?” Pete asked as he kept fingering her, this time going a little faster. He nibbled on her thighs as she cried out. She arched her back as she felt her first climax rip through her.

“Ah, there we go,” he whispered against her leg. He slowly kissed his way back up her body, making sure to leave little bites here and there until he reached her mouth.

“Darling, you feel…” he kissed her. “… and taste amazing.”

“I want you… inside me,” she told him once she caught her breath.

“Oh, you do?”

She nodded. Pete looked at her coming apart as he contemplated this. He had been wanting this all night since she walked in wearing his favorite dress and he couldn’t keep himself from imagining tearing her clothes off and fucking her senseless on the table, dinner be damned.

“How bad?” he whispered in her ear before nipping the earlobe.

“Bad.”

Pete reached down between her legs to slip his fingers back in, which made her moan his name.

“Tell… me,” he said, punctuating his words with the movement of his fingers.

“Please fuck me!” she screamed out.

“Good girl.” Pete slid his fingers out of her and sat on the couch next to her. He ran his eyes over her, taking her in and a slow grin spread over his face. He bit his lip as he reached for his boxers, which he quickly slid off.

“You’re just now taking your boxers off?” she asked.

“Didn’t wanna rush.”

She reached over to take his hard cock in her hand and she slowly went up and down, making him moan a little. She watched his head fall back and his mouth open in short gasps as she moved her hand up and down.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he growled. She stopped long enough to adjust herself in his lap. He sat up and saw her in his lap and grinned.

“I suppose you want me to fuck you now?” he asked.

“Of course. Well, not yet,” she told him.

“Not yet? What do you mean?” he growled, gripping her hips.

“Got a condom?”

“Oh. Yea. Look in my pants down there,” he told her.

“You always keep a condom in your pants, Pete?” she asked as she got off his lap to get his pants. Her position made her ass a prime target and Pete bit his lip before delivering a sharp smack to her ass, making her cry out.

“Aah!”

“To answer your question, yes. At least when you come around, I do. Got it yet?” he asked as he rubbed her thighs. She straightened up and turned back around, holding a shiny packet in between her fingers.

“Good. Come here,” he commanded as he roughly pulled her down to him. She settled on his lap as she handed the condom over to him. He ripped the packaging open with his teeth and pulled out the condom.

“Wait,” she whispered. Pete looked up at her.

“What is it?”

She held up a finger and adjusted herself so that she was dangerously close to the tip of his cock. She then took it in her hand and slid up against it so he was teasing her, drawing the moment out a little longer. Pete couldn’t tear his eyes away from her hands and gripped her hips with his own. He growled low in his throat and his jaw tensed as he watched her tease herself.

“If you don’t stop…” he warned.

“What are you gonna do?” she purred. He gripped her hips harder, making her stop. He slowly slid the condom that he was holding on to his cock and then pulled her closer.

“Kiss me,” he told her.

She kissed him as he began slowly sliding inside her. She gasped against his mouth and he chuckled under his breath.

“Mmph. You feel amazing,” he moaned.

“Pete…” she groaned as she dug her nails into his shoulders. He held her hips as he began a slow, steady pace, making sure she felt every… last… inch. Once he was completely inside her, he pulled out and then thrust back into her, making her cry out.

“That feels so fucking good, Pete,” she moaned. She began rocking her hips against him, matching his pace. She grinded against him and they kept this pace for a little while.

“Pete…” she moaned. He kissed her and then held her tighter as he began to pick up the pace, moving his hips a little faster. She matched the pace as she started to bounce up and down on him. He slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed as he went a little faster. He leaned in to kiss her neck and she could feel him panting against her neck.

“Ohh, god…” she moaned.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamned good,” he replied.

“More,” she gasped and he picked up the pace even more.

After a bit, Pete moved them both so she was laying down on the couch.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he told her. She did so and slid her hands through his hair as he held her hips. He began to thrust in and out a little faster now while she arched her back to meet him.

“Mmm… such a pretty little neck,” he murmured as he reached down for it, bracing himself with the arm of the couch. He slowly grasped her neck and while he continued to thrust, he squeezed, making her gasp.

“P-Pete…” she said breathlessly.

“Want me to stop?” he asked.

“N…no.” Pete squeezed her throat just slightly harder as he kept thrusting in and out. She raked her nails down his back in response.

“More…” she moaned and he squeezed just hard enough for it to hurt in the best way as he picked up the pace. He then took his hand away from her throat, making her gasp and ran it down to her hip where he gripped it as he began a frenetic pace.

“Pete!” she screamed out as he pounded her soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he felt his body tense up but he knew she had to come first, always. He wouldn’t deprive her of that pleasure and it was always so enticing to watch her beautiful face screw up as she orgasmed, usually loudly and without abandon. He watched her squeeze her eyes shut and his name spill from her lips as she began to climax, raking her nails down his chest. He gripped her hips tightly as he gave one final thrust before his own orgasm overtook him.

He wanted to collapse but kept his grip on the arm of the couch so his weight wouldn’t crush her. He panted heavily before slowly sliding out of her slick, wet pussy. She gave a soft moan and a whimper, which drove him crazy.

“Pete…” she gasped. “Aah.”

“Yes, my love?” he panted.

“You… fuck.”

“Exactly,” he whispered before kissing her.

He laid back on the couch but not before pulling her to him so she was lying on his chest. He stroked her hair as they began to come back down from their high.

They were still for a while after that, the only noises being their soft yet ragged breathing.

“So does that answer your question?” Pete asked after a while. She looked up at him and replied,

“What question?”

“How much you mean to me,” he said softly before kissing the top of her head.

“Of course.”

ARYA STARK IN WINDS OF WINTER?

After she successfully faked her own murder in the Mercy Chapter. Arya will return to the HoBW to begin her last apprenticeship with a courtesan that leads Arya into her maidenhood. The most likely candidate being the Black Pearl, a targaryen decedent who has popped up in Arya’s chapter a few times, including in Mercy. We’ll see Arya travel to new parts of Braavos, in particular the Sealord’s Palace in the company of the Black Pearl courtesan.

Jeyne Poole is currently pretending to be Arya Stark in the North. She is heading to the Wall in the company of an Iron Banker from Braavos Tycho Nestoris (who has given Jon very generous loans) and Justin Massey who is tasked by Stannis to go to Braavos and buy him an army of 20,000 sellswords. But first they need to drop fArya off at the Wall and return her to Jon. But Jon is “dead”. fArya is too valuable to leave at Castle Black. Tycho/Justin will take fArya back to Braavos with them.

So what do we have here?

- The Iron Bank - have the fake Arya

- The Faceless Men - have the real Arya

I wrote a piece on the Iron Bank and the Faceless Men being one in the same, two sides of the same coin.

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anonymous asked:

Another thing that breaks my heart about the finale is that I noticed Bellamy never says Clarke's name once he gets into the rocket and leaves her behind. From that point on, it just "she" and even in his conversation with Raven, neither of them say her name. But then we end the season with Clarke making a point of calling specifically to "Bellamy" and making it clear that she's been doing this every day for years. I just don't know what to do with this info but it sure does hurt lol!

what the fuckkkk omggg I didn’t even notice that!!!! sdfbsdjkfbdsjhfbsfd. He was so heartbroken he couldn’t even bear to say her name out loud. I’m broken.

Imagine an Au where Sam wasn’t a goth girl and wasn’t friends with Danny and Tucker, but a rich girl who cares of what people think about her and is friends with Paulina.

This Au Sam lives as her parents’ puppet, Sam wants only to acceptance of her parent and become the prefect daughter they want her to be. Meaning wearing bright color clothing and hang out with people who have high standards such as Paulina and other popular kids. Although it doesn’t mean Sam is shallow or spoiled, she just trying to fit into society.

She still a very outspoken ultra-recyclo-vegetarian, bossy, passionate, strong-willed, and also good-hearted person. She isn’t spoiled, she never ever use her parents’ money nor ask for it. She actually work as a helper for a farm and animals shelter.

Sam secretly loves wearing black, listening to punk music, watching monsters movies, and reading ghost stories but hides it due to the fact her parents hate it and isn’t proper for a lady. She sometimes wish she could show her real self, which is why she’s jealous of Danny and Tucker, who openly express themselves and don’t care what others thinks.

Danny and Tucker thinks that Sam is another popular, shallow and spoiled kid. They were never friend not because they don’t like her but because Sam parents don’t want her socializing with the son of crazy ghost hunting parents. That doesn’t mean Danny isn’t the Ghost boy because Sam didn’t tell him to go exploring the ghost portal.

Sam thinks Ghost Danny really cool and admire even willing to ask his real name. She enjoys making logos for Danny Phantom and help him on ghost hunting since she’s a fan of ghost story. She feels like hangout with ghost Danny makes her feel she could be herself. She also the only one who puts the piece together and found out Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom. Sam envy and wanting befriend (but can’t) human Danny while she wants to help and found out more about Ghost Danny.

Though several events Danny change his opinion about Sam and she wasn’t the mean girl all the rumors says about her, but she really nice and down to earth. There was even times where Sam helps a lot on their ghost hunts. After having Sam risk her life countless times, Danny slowly grows a crush on her and help her break free from her miss prefect daughter act. Also Tucker realize Sam isn’t a bad person.

I imagine that in episode Beauty Marked:

Sam really don’t want to be in the pageant but because her parents force her. Sam knowing Danny secret and tried to warn him about Dora being a ghost. Danny who still didn’t know Sam knows his secret and accidentally choose her. Sam still dressed like a goth princess and acting in a sloppy manner as a plan where Prince Aragon wouldn’t want to marry her anymore.

It was Sam first time wearing black and say “I actually really like the color black”

when Danny finally saving her he would stumbled his words proving he’s not the human Danny.
Sam: “thanks Danny Fenton”
Danny: “of course! W-wait I mean I Danny PHANTOM will save any civilian in need”

What do you guys think about my AU.

A Teaser For Now... ‘Imposter Theory’ Update... Kinda.

So I’ve been PM’ed quite a few times in the past week or so asking when an update would be coming for the ‘Imposter Theory’ and just wanted to let you all know that after a much needed real world vacation, I’m back at it. It’ll probably take me a week or so to do the final update through the end of season 4, but until then… here’s a little teaser from ‘Philomena.’


When Cooper sends Lizzie with Red as his babysitter, partner - handler? lol - when he goes to see a man who hired Philomena for her services, the man asks Red politely, “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Red obviously doesn’t know the man, and makes up a story, telling him that his name is Howard Klein and that they met at a party that they both attended. Everything seems fine and dandy til Red brings up the name Philomena. At this point, the man becomes nervous, senses that Red is not who he says he is, sends his son out of the room, and angrily asks Red again, “Who the hell are you?!”

At this point, RED DOES NOT ANSWER. He instead sidesteps the entire question and goes right back into the inquiring of Philomena.

Now this is important. First of all, this is not the first time that Red has been asked by someone as to who he is. Natalie Luca did the same thing at the end of the episode when Red went to see her while she was in quarantine again…

Natalie Luca asks him point blank who he was, and Red again completely ignored her question and goes into empathizing with her about losing someone you love.

Secondly, the fact that Red didn’t answer the man in ‘Philomena’ was probably due to the fact that Lizzie was with him

And we know what Red does NOT do to Lizzie - lie to her.

And while technically he wouldn’t have been lying to Lizzie but instead the man in front of him, I think it is extremely telling that he chose not to answer the seemingly simple question at all while in the presence of Lizzie.

And I say all this to say this - LIZZIE HAS NEVER ASKED RED TO HIS FACE IF HE IS INDEED THE REAL RAYMOND REDDINGTON. She just assumes he is… and Red simply doesn’t correct her.

So the fact that Red chose not to tell the man that he was supposedly Raymond Reddington while he was in the presence of Lizzie is, at least in my opinion, just more evidence that OUR Red is not the real Raymond Reddington.


Okay… back to the rest of the end of season 4 rewatch so I can finish the ‘Imposter Theory’ update. Thanks again for all the interest and words of encouragement for this monster project!!!

Summer Days

This is the sequel to Hard Days Of Summer, hope you like it. It’s a reveal…and also a mess lol Enjoy it <3

Summer Days

It had been a few days since the fatidical day she had spent hours kissing Adrien. Marinette was still out of it, the whole experience felt something akin to lucid dreaming and not quite real. The feel of his lips, the strength of his hands on her body, his warm breath tickling her face - every single touch was engraved on her mind, making it hard for Marinette to think of anything but him.

The days were still hot and her sexual frustration only made them hotter, more unbearable to deal with. Sweat trickled down her back, making her remember his soft hands on her skin - all of it was too much for her, she was going crazy. A distraction! That’s what she needed, and so she called her best friend.

The phone rang a couple of times before she finally picked up, “Alya, help me. I’m dying.”

Alya laughed in her face, “I know girl, this weather is killing me too.”

She wasn’t completely wrong, but that wasn’t the main issue right now. Marinette groaned, trying to figure out a way to say it, “I can’t stop thinking about him.”

Rolling her eyes Alya jested, “Tell me something new.”

“I’m serious Alya…” she sighed, “And why was Nino so fixated on that kiss?! It’s all his fault.”

Giggling nervously, Alya shifted her eyes, avoiding looking at the screen of her phone.

“Alya…” Marinette menacingly drawled.

“Ok…so…I might have told Nino to keep cutting, so both of you blind idiots would finally get together. Honestly you should thank us both for the opportunity of making out with Adrien.”

“Ugh…seriously?”

“Yes, you’re welcome Marinette. I love you too! Oops, my mom’s calling me, gotta go. Talk to you later!!”

Alya hung up on her, how dare she? All of her suffering was because of her supposedly best friend; all the longing and aching, the heat that seeped from every pore, because of her nosy friend.

Who was she kidding? She was thankful, oh so very thankful, for having the chance to feel Adrien against her skin.

The distraction had failed to divert her thoughts, she should’ve known better, it was Alya after all.

Noticing Tikki was just staring outside the window, probably lost in her own world, Marinette figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“Hey Tikki,” she started, making the kwami turn towards her with a kind smile on her face.

“Yes?”

“I need to get some air…would you mind if I transformed?” Marinette didn’t have to ask, but there wasn’t an akuma destroying the city, this was just her being selfish and Tikki was her friend, she wasn’t about to use her however she felt like.

Tikki chuckled adorably, “Of course Marinette.”

Taking the small kwami into her hands, she kissed Tikki’s forehead whispering a soft thank you before uttering the magical words, “Transforme moi.”

Ladybug was instantly out of the stifling house and the wind on her face had never felt better. This would help clear her thoughts, it had to.

After a few minutes or maybe even hours - she couldn’t tell - she stopped, completely spent she just lied down on a random rooftop staring at the vast, dark sky. The stars not nearly as visible as she’d like; the new moon only made it lonelier.

Her muscles were throbbing, in a good way, but it made her not want to move. She could just sleep there, lulled to sleep by the noise of the city and the exhaustion washing over her. Everything momentarily forgotten as her eyelids grew heavier, closing longer each time, until…

Her eyes snapped open before she could fall asleep; being completely jostled awake by a loud thud on the roof, made by someone’s landing.

Of course, he just had to show up.

XXXXXX

Adrien was freaking out. Marinette was his friend. Yes, he could appreciate her beauty but he had never fantasized about her - until now.

That day, the moment their lips touched, something shifted  inside his beating heart. The spot that was reserved for his lady, had been taken over by Marinette without him noticing, apparently she managed to make a nest there and she wasn’t moving anytime soon.

He felt guilty, as if he were somehow betraying Ladybug, even though they were only partners. But guilt was not the predominant emotion racking his brain, it was embarrassment - he still couldn’t believe he had made Marinette touch his raging erection. Adrien wasn’t sure what exactly brought him to do that, probably her intoxicating kisses or perhaps the need to make her feel better whilst getting the chance to be touched by her smooth hands.

Honestly, her reaction was adorable - the intense blush that spread throughout her body, her blown out pupils and the cute squeak that slipped through her kiss-bruised lips - only making it harder for him to calm himself down.

Adrien was sure Marinette was trying to kill him; every move she made, every single whisper that flowed from her mouth, every look and lingering touch - it felt like she was doing it purposefully, the intent of her actions meant to hypnotise him so he would never think of anything but her - it was working.

He tried to blame the torrid weather for his lack of appetite, but Adrien knew, it was her. Marinette was taking over his life and he had to get her out of his head, but how?

As if God was answering his prayers, he saw Ladybug in the distance, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. With a grin on his face he called Plagg, who chose to ignore him.

“Plagg, you either come willingly or I won’t give you camembert for a week.”

The kwami sighed, “I don’t like being threatened. So how about instead we make a deal-”

Before Plagg could finish his sentence, Adrien was already yelling out, “Transforme moi.”

Adrien knew his little friend would be grumpy later, but some cheese would make everything better and right now he couldn’t waste time.

Bounding from one roof to another, he set out to search for his buginette.

When he finally spotted her, she was lying on her back peacefully and he almost regretted disturbing her. Still he needed her company right now, maybe all he needed was a dose of Ladybug to set everything straight.

Twirling his baton in his hands he thought of what to say.

Marinette glanced at her partner, he looked nervous and frazzled, interesting. Patting the spot next to her, as a gesture for him to join her, a huge grin took over his face and he did as she asked.

They were both silent, for the moment just enjoying the quiet company - making both of their heads wander to what they were trying to forget.

Adrien was the first one to break the silence, “So, how are you my lady?” he asked, wanting to facepalm himself for the stupid question.

Marinette actually giggled, he was so silly. Still, she didn’t know how to answer the question, after all she didn’t quite understand what she was feeling, so how could she?

Chat Noir was staring at her, with his glowing green eyes - how could they be so green? - which was not helping. They only brought memories of Adrien to the surface, which she was trying to avoid in the first place.

Blushing, Ladybug looked straight into his eyes - she was looking for something, and he didn’t know what - but this felt so familiar, so close to his throbbing heart. He was being pulled in; getting lost in a blue ocean that dragged him down deeper every passing second.

Their faces were closer now, neither of them realizing when that had happened.

Marinette cleared her throat, dispelling the magic surrounding them - she couldn’t do this, it felt so right but so wrong at the same time. Her body was begging for release, and Chat Noir was right there, oozing  pheromones and sexual frustration, the same as her.

Leaning her forehead on his - to try and restrain herself from doing what she wanted, needed - Marinette sighed, “I’m a bit…hot.” she answered the forgotten question moving away from the boy next to her and screwing shut her eyes.

Adrien wanted to say ‘Yes you are’ but refrained himself from doing so, mainly because his tongue was all twisted and the words wouldn’t come out even if he needed them to.

Marinette continued, “Which is why I came for a walk. Didn’t expect you to show up though.” she quietly laughed, trying to regain her breath.

“I’ll follow you wherever you go, my lady.” Adrien joked, winking at Ladybug. This felt more like them, playing around with no sexual connotations - just harmless flirting.

Rolling her eyes, “That sounds unbelievably creepy, but thanks.”

“I’m pawsitively offended you think of me as some sort of stalker, I’m just a cat. Your cat.”

Oops, he screwed up. Ladybug’s reaction to his slip up was very similar to another girl that plagued his mind and that was not what he had expected from her; normally she’d just laugh it off with a roll of her eyes but this wasn’t a usual day - everything felt off.

His mind took him back to that moment, where he was drowning in Marinette’s kisses and the name came out in a whisper, without his permission, “Marinette…”

Shocked, scared, excited, confused - all of those emotions passed through Marinette’s mind, her face scrunched up in deep thought, she was just so overwhelmed. How?

“HOW  DID YOU KNOW?”

Chat Noir looked like a deer in headlights, which made her freak out even more, “How did you know?” she asked once again, voice low and frightened.

Adrien was startled, he had no idea of what was going on; Ladybug looked terrified and that absolutely tore him apart, “Know what?”

By then Marinette had already gotten up, pacing the rooftop back and forth, he was completely maddening. Was he doing it on purpose?

“Know that I’m…Marinette.” she whispered so low, even Chat Noir had a hard time hearing it.

With his head tilted to the side, realization finally overcame him, “WHAT?”

“Why are you surprised?! You just said my name!”

“I did?”

“What is happening right now?” Marinette was exasperated, was Chat Noir on drugs? It certainly seemed like it. “Yes, you said my name.”

“I-I didn’t know! I promise.”

“Then why would you say-”

“I’M SORRY!” before she could finish he interrupted her. He felt bad, he really did, but at the same time he was over the moon. Every weird, unnamed feeling, completely resolved in seconds.

“For what?”

“I was just thinking about Marinette - you? - and it just came out, but I swear I didn’t know.”

“So you’re telling me…I just revealed my identity, because of an accident?”

“Apparently you’re not as lucky as you thought.” Adrien laughed.

“That is not funny, Chat!” right now she could punch him and not feel even an ounce of guilt, right in his stupid smug face, “Wait…you were thinking about me? Do you know me?”

A cheshire grin pulled on his lips - only infuriating Ladybug even more - and he bowed, “Purrhaps my lady, I’ve been in front of you this whole time and you just didn’t see me.”

“I am losing my patience, will you fess up already?”

“I thought you didn’t want to know.” he looked as innocent as a child did after lying to its parents.

“Chat…”

Sighing dramatically he murmered, “Fine.”

Closing the distance from the love of his life - yes, that’s how much he loved her - Adrien took her in his arms. A soft kiss exchanged between the two, Marinette deepening it before he got the chance to do it.

She was furious, but his lips felt like home and she was afraid to let go. Every touch and every single kiss, felt like déjà vu. It was as if Adrien was right there, with feather touches and languid kisses, heating her from the inside out.

Pushing him away to take a deep breath, Marinette looked at him and saw it - every single sign that pointed to his identity, from his eyes to his perfect white teeth to his disheveled hair - “Adrien…?”

“Surprise…?” he beamed nervously. Adrien wasn’t sure she would be happy at the newfound information, but all he could think of was how Ladybug - Marinette - looked in his arms, as if she belonged there.

Her brain froze, the new knowledge being too much for her mind to comprehend. The man she loved and the partner that she trusted her life with, were the same people. How could that even be possible? How did she not notice? Was she really that blind? Apparently so, because the longer she processed it, the easier it was to see that Chat Noir could never be anyone but Adrien.

Unbridled happiness racked her body and she held him close, so tight he could hardly breathe.

She was crying.

Ladybug - strong, confident and beautiful Ladybug - was crying.

Marinette - cute, awkward and courageous Marinette - was crying.

Adrien could feel her tears on his heated skin, and he hugged her back as hard as he could. She was so precious to him, so important…how could he ever let her go?

He had to tell her, he needed to finally tell her how he felt.

“I love you.”

He was pretty sure his mouth hadn’t even moved, and when blue eyes met his own he understood the words weren’t his. Chat Noir was beyond astonished at hearing his buginette, tell him what he had been trying to tell her for years, and more than a bit confused. Obviously he wasn’t thinking properly, or he wouldn’t have said what he did, “Are you sure?”

The mood shifted, Ladybug was glaring at him as if he were an idiot, the loving atmosphere gone, “Really? That’s your response to me confessing my love for you?”

Pushing him away she strutted to the side of the building, readying herself to yo-yo her way out of there.

“Wait Ladybug, I need to tell you something…” in the middle of his sentence she was already swinging away so he screamed as loud as he could “I LOVE YOU!”

From the distance he could hear her giggles, “I KNOW.” was the response he got, which made him smile harder than anything ever could. Shaking himself out of the daze he was in, he gave chase after Marinette.

Discussion: Mrs. Everdeen

I’m finally getting around to joining the reread of THG. I’m obviously behind right now, but I should catch up quickly because I’m planning to do my reread a little bit differently (one part from each book a week, so I should be done with Mockingjay by Katniss’s birthday, which was totally unplanned. LOL)

At any rate, this time around reading the first two chapters, I was really plagued by questions regarding Mrs. Everdeen and her history. Namely, what exactly happened with her family? We know they were Merchants and owned the apothecary, but that’s about it. What happened after she went to the Seam? Did her family disown her for marrying outside her class? Is that why they were never mentioned in the books? Or did they die off? If they died off, then what happened and why?

A Thousand Years Part 1

This story was created for @wadeyourebarelyalive. She’s been there for me and always helping me out. Sorry it took forever woman, but you know me lol. 

Summary: Logan A.K.A The Wolverine as been on the road for years. He finally found a place to settle down and start a new life. As he drives to and from work, a young woman name Bri, catches his eye. Though Logan is a brave warrior, he finds himself too shy to talk to her. Till one day, she’s in a need of a hero. 

Logan - A Thousand Years

Warning: Very, very slight cussing.

Chapter 1

Logan’s POV

I’ve been on the road now, for what it seems to be centuries. Day and night, riding to from town to town, not staying longer than a couple of days. I didn’t know if I’ll ever find a place to call home or even call a temporary home. I always find trouble wherever I go. Will, more like trouble finds me.

Assholes from my past don’t want to say in my past. They track me down and raise hell for me each chance I get. I guess that’s why I’m on road so much. No point in unpacking if I got to pack right back up again. That was till one day, I found a small place where in was nice and quiet. 

It was a beautiful town out in the country, it was in the middle of nowhere and wasn’t really on any maps. It was a small community, pretty much everything you needed was in one area. Police station and fire station was one building. The park and the school were right next to each other, along with the library. The Hardware store, clothing store, grocery store were on the small block. 

Like I said, small community but it was nice and quiet. So I decided to settle here for while. I got a job as a lumberjack and got myself a small cabin right outside of town. I started to feel like maybe, I found some peace in this small town. But that’s not all I found.

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elune-dibuja  asked:

OMG! Now I would like to know more about the emo guy! I always thought they (V n Olly) broke up because Ru is a lil' crazy xd

Yay! sure thing, his name Darien Whitley. He is 22, he works part time at a pizza place Veruca and her friends pigout at! He has had a crush on Ru for a long time  but she’s kind of intimidating lol so he has to work up the courage  to ask her out but usually when he finally gets the courage to just ask her Olly is always back in the picture. He thinks Olly is a douche and a drunk and that all of Oliver’s friends are jerks! He’s happy just being Ruca’s friend but he really wishes it was more then that. Ruca gets a LOT of free pizza! Darien is also in a emo band called  “Deathbed Regrets” he is the lead singer and plays guitar so I made this fake album cover

anonymous asked:

I HC that Cassian would really surprise co-wokrers and friend with how in awe and proud he is of Jyn. Just bragging about how awesome she is a LOT. Also love your stories and moodboards, thank you for sharing them!

Cassian is also one of those people who unconsciously speaks of himself and his romantic partner as “we” all the time, showing their unity as a couple, while at the same time always bringing Jyn up as an example. His coworkers all know her by name even though they have never met her, and after a while she is no longer surprised when she is greeted as an old friend when she is finally introduced for the first time.

And glad you like the moodboards–I hope that’s still true after the Maury AU moodboard I just did too lol.


Saturday Sleepover

Passing Judgement

               So I watched Southpaw (I recommend, but it’s terribly sad in spots) and I got inspired to write this! I know Namjoon has pink hair, but Idk, I like the blonde and it suits the fic more imo. Idk if any of you can tell, but I’ve been watching Kill Me, Heal Me (also recommend) and I kinda borrowed a couple names. Lol. Anyway, I hope you all like it!! Xx (:

Part: (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (Final Part)


Originally posted by baebsaes


               “Chayeon, please—“

               “Y/N, c’mon. He’s super cute and I really like him.” Your friend replied as she dragged you along behind her in the barren streets.

               Tugging, there was no escape from her iron-like hold. “So why don’t you just go without me?”

               Stopping abruptly, you nearly collided into her back, stopping just shy of her head. Whipping around, her frustrated gaze made you shrink, knowing you were being a pain. “I already told you. He has to take care of his fighter so I’ll be alone for the entire match with a bunch of shouting, drunk people. It’s my first time at one of these places too.”

               “He’s into fighting, Chayeon.” You replied, trying to convey your feelings toward the unknown man without shouting them outright into her face.

               “So?” She scoffed, glowering at you and the pretentious attitude you carried. “It’s a sport.”

               “It’s illegal.”

               “So was getting drunk and sneaking into the pool at our high school, but that didn’t stop you.” Tongue caught in your throat, you searched for words but none came to fruition. A smirk slithered across her lips, knowing she had caught you. “Y/N, just come this one time with me. He’s a really great guy and I really want to give it a shot. I only need you for tonight and then I swear I’ll never make you go to one of these things again.”

               Pursing your lips, your friend gave you a pouty face, doing her best to win you over. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you said monotonously, “Fine.”

               Chayeon’s lips turned upward into a bright smile as she threw her arms around you, repeating the words ‘thank you’ over and over. “I promise it’ll be okay.”

               “Yeah, yeah.” Wriggling out of her grasp, you motioned for her to lead the way.

               Trekking behind her, you glared at the back of her head, hair bouncing cheerily back and forth and she was nearly shaking from giddiness. Shoving your hands into the pockets of the loose leather jacket you wore, you dreamed of returning home and cuddling into your bed. Black boots clunked heavily across the pavement as you followed sluggishly behind your friend, wishing that you were going anywhere else but to an underground fighting ring. However, no matter how slowly you trailed along behind her, eventually it was inevitable that you’d reach the destination. The sight of the outside of the place made your gut churn. The mere idea of what you were stepping into already scared you, did the outside have to be so chilling too?

               Rickety and rusted, the outside looked like an old broken down shop, long past its expiry date. Stairs led up to the door of the place, while a lone staircase hung off to the side in between where this building connected to the next, leading to what you believed was a house or storage space. Connected to multiple other buildings in what you’d imagined must have been a strip of stores, it looked large enough to be a decent sized clothing shop and you wondered; just how was this supposed to work? From what Chayeon had said, these fights were relatively popular, attracting people from all around. However, as your eyes raked across the broken windows and flimsy door, you couldn’t imagine that’d it be able to host that many people, let alone a fight. Questions were soon answered though as your friend began to descend the stairs to the side. Lingering at the top, you stared down while taking a gulp of saliva. At the end of the stairs was a rather heavy looking door, rusted like all the others, but much sturdier with a small peephole at the top. There was no light to guide you down, just darkness. Clenching your fists in your pocket, you went down the stairs, each step making your heart thump harder in your chest. Finally reaching the bottom platform, you watched with unease as Chayeon lifted her pale hand to rap her knuckles against the steel, the sound resonating eerily into the night. Seconds seemed to pass like hours, eating away at your composure until the door finally creaked open and the sound of music drifted to your ears.

               Stepping quickly inside, you were greeted by an outstretched hand, soon accompanied by a booming male voice. “10 each, ladies.”

             Chayeon busted out a sweet smile, speaking before you could reach into the pocket of your jeans. “We’re with Jin.”

               The beefy man looked the two of you up and down before nodding. “Jin said you’d be here; go on in.”

               Muttering a thank you, you quickly gripped onto Chayeon’s hand, letting her weave you in and out between people while you lifted your eyes to take in your surroundings for the first time. The sight of the underground bar shocked you; contrary to the outside, it was incredibly spacious. The ceiling was high for a basement, the walls spanning along what you knew must have been several of the shops upstairs, metal beams acting as the supporting structure. A bar was in the far corner while several stalls were littered here and there to make sure no one ever ran dry. The only lifted part of the room made your eyes widen forebodingly— the fighting ring. Sure enough, the place was packed, just as Chayeon said it would be. It surprised you how many people were interested in this sort of thing, but then again, you supposed that’s why it was called underground boxing.

               Slipping through the mobs of people, the air was stale with smoke, making you cringe as Chayeon pulled you to the side. It was only when you reached the bar that she stopped moving, calling out, “Seokjin!”

               At the call of his name, a tall man with incredibly broad shoulders peered over, plump lips widening into a smile as he finished his drink and placed the glass on the counter. Pivoting to catch Chayeon as she came in for a hug, you had to stop your mouth from plopping open in a stupid gaze of disbelief. Clouded all along by prejudiced thoughts, you never really imagined Chayeon’s new love interest to look quite this pure, or beautiful for that matter. Whenever she’d mentioned him, you’d pictured a mess of a boy with dirty hair and even missing teeth. It was only now that you realized how snobbish you’d been in assuming things about the man when you’d never met him, though it didn’t alleviate your apprehension. Even after she introduced you and you’d started a conversation, you had your reservations. Though it was childish and blind, you couldn’t help but feel that a man involved in all of this, couldn’t be sane.

               After a little small talk, the feeling of being a third wheel began to creep in as flirting ensued. Stuck on the sidelines as she placed small touches on his body while he whispered things in her ear to make her giggle, you took a seat on a barstool, knowing it was going to be a long night. Ordering a drink, you sipped on the contents, hoping for a buzz to produce itself and hopefully make you even a little less miserable. While your companions became enclosed in their own world, you retreated to your own. Eyes fluttering across the crowd, you were amazed at the different sorts of people all around. Ages varied greatly; though the majority consisted of young people, you spotted quite a few who were middle aged, lingering in groups and clearly not here for the partying side. Closer to the ring, you could see a few people holding wads of cash, standing on a small box and yelling at the people under them to place their bets. You made a face at the sight, wondering what the fascination was with two people beating each other to pulps. Tearing your gaze away, you did a double take when you saw some people dressed in suits in the corner of the room, sitting at a table and talking amongst themselves while people shimmied against on each other like sardines.

               Interrupting Chayeon as she said something to Jin, you leaned into his view and half-shouted because of the noise, “Is it always this packed?”

               Shaking his head, he flashed you a proud smile. “No, but the fight tonight is a good one. Both are really good, but my friend will beat him and hopefully get signed.”

               “Ah,” you replied, nodding your head and realizing that the people in suits were in fact there for a reason.

               “That reminds me though,” Jin began to glance toward the side of the room where two doors stood side by side. “I gotta go to the dressing room. Do you want to come?”

               Chayeon nodded excitedly before turning around and casting you a questioning look. Not wanting to be a bother, you shook your head. “You go ahead.”

               Giving you an apologetic smile, Chayeon replied, “I’ll be back as soon as the fight is supposed to start; I promise.”

               “I’ll be here.” You said content with remaining at the bar and a safe distance away from where the boxing would take place.

               Watching as they disappeared into the crowd, you ordered another drink. Swivelling on the stool and resting your back on the edge of the bar, you sighed listening to the music thumping in the air. You had to admit that part of you was curious about the boxer’s and just how good they were to reel in a crowd of this magnitude. Not to mention, you wanted to see if they had ridiculously big muscles like The Rock. Snorting at the thought, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through social media apps to pass the time. Absorbed in the piece of technology, you didn’t even notice when someone took up the seat beside you, calling out to the bartender.

               “You don’t look very thrilled to be here.”

               The person to your side cut into your bubble and you rolled your eyes, not in the mood to deal with some drunken guy looking for a good lay. In an apathetic voice, you responded, “I’m not really into this sort of thing.”

               The guy barked out a laugh. “Fair enough, but why are you here then?”

               Sighing in annoyance, you locked your phone before looking up at the person who was insistently talking to you. Taken aback, you nearly blushed under his gaze, his lips upturned into a polite grin making little indents in the sides of his cheeks. Wearing a baggy hoody, his eyes were dark but definitely clear, unlike the glazed look the people around you wore.  He eyed you with similar curiosity as you admired his blonde hair, swept back and shaved at the sides. Orbs becoming lost with yours, you felt yourself squirm, the strength of his character slightly intimidating. Clearing your throat, you swivelled on the chair to face the unknown man.

               “I was here with a friend, but she ran off with a guy for the time being. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

               “It’s your first time, right?” He addressed your adamant tone of disapproval.

               “How did you—“

               “Everyone is tense the first time they come.” Taking a swig of his beer his eyes landed on your hands, which were clenching each other so tight it looked like your knuckles might just pop out.

               Stuffing your hands under your thighs, you gave him a glare, annoyed that he was making you feel embarrassed. Just as you were about to open your mouth, a girl came up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder before saying in a sultry voice, “Good luck tonight.”

              Merely giving her a nod, he immediately turned his gaze back to you, unfazed by the action. Confused, you blurted, “What was that?”

               “Nothing.” He countered, an amused smile crossing his lips.

               However, the well wishes didn’t stop there. After the woman, came two more along with quite a few guys. Nosiness getting the better of you, you couldn’t help but prod as your brows furrowed. “Why does everyone keep saying good luck to you?”

               Shrugging, the guy gulped down another drink of his beer. “I’m a regular and they all know I place bets.”

               “Oh god,” you groaned, “You’re one of them?”

               “Hey now,” he chortled, “don’t knock it before you try it. There’s a lot of money in these things, you know.”

               “Maybe,” You responded, staring off towards the ring. “But it’s at the expense of others.”

               “Ah,” He said thoughtfully, “So it’s the violence you don’t like?”

               “Among other things.”

               “I didn’t like it either at first.” His statement surprised you, turning your head back to him only to see him still looking directly at you. “It’s not so bad though; addicting even. There’s power in what they do. Watching them going at it it’s not necessarily like their fighting each other, but for themselves. Whether its stress, thoughts, or struggles; they vent it in there and you get to see it. It’s brutal sometimes, but most of them are fighting for something. It’s like watching someone fight against their own confinements in some ways. But hey, like I said: it’s a money maker too.”

               Astonished by his words, you shot him a weighty look. “That was pretty deep. Are you a philosopher in your spare time? Or maybe a therapist?”

               Mid-drink, he snorted with laughter, quickly swallowing the liquid. Coughing and saying, “Not quite. I could use one though.”

               You laughed at his suggestive, but joking gaze, holding up a hand as though in surrender. “Sorry, I’m not in school for that.”

               “You’re in school then?”

               “Yep; Seoul University.” You replied, grabbing his beer and taking a swig.

               “I was gonna go there.”

               “You were?” You nearly laughed, but you caught the serious look on his face.

               “What, don’t think I look smart enough? I’ll have you know I did pretty well in school.”

               “Why didn’t you go?” You brushed off his comment.

               “I’m not very well off.” Shrugging, he replied while taking his beer back making your face fall a little, feeling insensitive. However, he shot you a playful grin, causing your stomach to swirl. “There’s money in this, though.”

               A smile crept over your features, pleased that there seemed to be a shred of hope in his voice. Capturing each other’s gaze, it only now occurred to you that he’d shifted closer, your knees brushing against the fabric near his waist. There was a tension between you, but it wasn’t hostile; it was electrifying, sparking interest from both parties. Holding out the beer to you, you took another sip before he did the same. “Who’s fighting tonight, anyway?”

               “Well, one guy is named Cha Dohyun. He’s pretty good, but the other guy isn’t easy to beat either.” A smirk slithered across his lips as he spoke. “He goes by R.M, but some people call him the God of Destruction.”

               “Wow,” you replied, “that’s quite the reputation.”

               “It is, but it’s understandable; he rarely loses.”

               “So, you bet on him?” You asked, belly fluttering when he shot you a heart stopping smile.

               “Of course I did. He’s called a god so it’d be stupid not to.”

               “You seem pretty confident.”

               “Because I am. His competitor is tough, but the word is that he’s got some people to impress tonight.”

               Peering over to the men in suits, you nodded toward their direction. “Them?”

               Shrugging, he replied. “Maybe.”

               Suddenly, the music came to a split stop, the sound of voices flooding your ears now instead of heavy bass. At this, people surged toward the ring and you knew it must nearly be time. The guy who’d held your conversation handed you the remainder of the beer.

               “I’m Namjoon, by the way.” He said, standing up straight instead of leaning against the bar as he had been before.

               “Y/N.”

               “Y/N.” He grinned placing a hand on your knee but only so the weight of it was feather light. The heat of his palm radiated through your jeans as he loomed closer. For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you and despite being a stranger, you would’ve let him, feeling as though you were being pulled toward him by a force unbeknownst to you. But he didn’t. Leaning close to your ear so you could hear him clearly; you could smell his intoxicating scent as his breath hit the shell of your ear, threatening to create a shiver that would run down your spine. His lips grazed your skin softly as he spoke. “I gotta go for a bit but I’ll see you after, okay? That is, if you choose to stay.”

              Before you could say anything, he took off into the masses of people, leaving you alone with the beer in your hand. Excitement bubbled in your stomach at his words, though you knew it was hypocritical because of the amount of trouble you’d given your friend about her choice of boyfriend. What was worse though; a man who helped train a fighter or a man who bet on them? Shaking your head, you groaned to yourself. Neither was any better than the other in all honesty. Your reflection time was cut short though, as a familiar face bobbed toward you, bursting through the crowd with a huff.

               “Sorry, I meant to come sooner but…” Chayeon’s voice trailed off into a blush, followed by a guilty look. “Was everything okay?”

               “Y-yeah.” You replied, still a little flustered as your voice wavered. Hearing the catch in your tone, Chayeon eyed you suspiciously. Clearing your throat, you quickly diverted the topic, “how did it go with Jin?”

               At this, Chayeon brightened visibly and you felt relief course through you as she spiralled off into a giddy outburst. Though you nodded as she spoke, you couldn’t help but feel distant, your mind drifting back to Namjoon. His deep voice echoing in your ears, nosiness broiled inside you, wondering what it was he had to do. Honestly, you didn’t want to wait for him to find you, but how were you supposed to search for him in a crowd like this? You couldn’t understand how you were this taken by him. Not usually one to fall into another’s trap so quick, but something about him made your mind run off its rails. It wasn’t long until a voice thundered through the room, interrupting the conversation which you weren’t really even a part of. Turning your gaze to the platform, you saw a man holding a mic, motioning his hands in a shushing motion.

               “Is everyone ready?” The announcer exclaimed, bringing forth shouts of anticipation to which the man chuckled. “Alright, alright. First up, we have Cha Dohyun!”

               At the mention of the man’s name, the crowd made whooping noises of encouragement. A man, much taller than you had expected, emerged dwarfing the announcer and making you giggle under your breath. Hair cut short and tattooed all over, you could see his muscles rippling under the spotlight surrounding the area. Slipping through the ropes, he stood confidently on the platform box, gloves in place and obviously rearing to go as he cracked his neck side to side.

               “Next, R.M!”

               At the mention of the contestant you’d heard so much about, the crowd erupted into bellowing shouts. Taken aback by the enthusiasm, it was obvious he was the fan favourite, climbing into the ring wearing a sweater that made your stomach drop, whispering, “No way…”

              You felt Chayeon glance at you in confusion but you ignored it, too absorbed in the revelation unfolding before you. The man held an air of relaxation, not even ready to begin as he exuded an infectious confidence. Hands taped up, the fighter unzipped the hoodie, pushing the hood back and revealing the face you’d been dreading. Namjoon stripped himself of the sweater, revealing his toned body as he dropped it over the ropes to his crew. Taking up his gloves, he slipped them on with ease, never letting his hard gaze stray from his opponent. Shorts sitting low on his hips, secured by god knows what, you felt heat stir in your abdomen as light glinted off his shoulders. The announcer began to speak, but it was gibberish in your ears, unable to tear your attention away from Namjoon as he finally dropped his gaze from the man in front of him. Body still facing forward, he rolled his head, stopping with his chin in the air before tilting it a fraction to the side and locking his eyes with you. A smile played along his lips as he gave you a cheeky wink before bringing his attention back to the task at hand. Knocking gloves with Cha Dohyun as a sign of fair play, the match begun.

               Fresh out of the gate, Dohyun came at Namjoon with a heavy swing, which was dodged and matched with a blow to the side. Falling into stance, it wasn’t long until Dohyun took another chance, trying to anticipate Namjoon’s moves as he did so. Failing, Namjoon seized the opportunity, fist lunging forward with incredible force. Wincing at the sound of Namjoon’s fist meeting the man’s face, the crowd cheered and jeered loudly, urging the fighters on. The fight continued on like this and it wasn’t long until you began to see that Namjoon had underestimated himself. Though you’d never witnessed a boxing match live, you weren’t completely clueless and it was clear that Namjoon was dominating the other. Among the tirade of swings and well placed blow’s, you could see the calm expression over his face, not once thrown off by his competitor. Watching the two men, Namjoon’s words echoed in your mind and you found yourself beginning to understand what he meant. Watching them was like watching two immovable forces meet; clashing in a whirlwind of resilience. Each man was strong, and each man fought the other while holding no traces of malice. It wasn’t mindless blundering, it was like watching fire and water coming to an understanding; violent, but each one unable to yield for their own reasoning.

               Rounds passed one by one, and you crept toward the edge of your seat with each ring of the bell. Near the tenth round, Cha Dohyun had sustained substantial wounds, while Namjoon remained relatively unmarked, a small trace of blood running down from the corner of his brow where he’d been clipped. Sipping on his water like it was lunch break at school and not a boxing match, you caught him glancing over toward you as Jin fussed over his eye, traces of a grin coming forth at seeing you still there. You smiled back at him, wishing you could convey words of encouragement through a mere expression. Severing the connection, Namjoon rose from the small stool, rolling his shoulders and ready to begin again. The tenth round began and Namjoon appeared determined, raising his gloves and bending at the knees. Waiting for a moment to strike, he allowed himself to be backed into the corner, blocking hits that were meant for his face. The crowd became tense seeing Namjoon against the ropes as Dohyun managed to get a punch in near Namjoon’s mouth, but it was short-lived. Ducking under the arms of Dohyun, Namjoon moved swiftly to the side to come behind his opponent. Already swinging, Dohyun stood no chance as the fist collided with the side of his face, sending his head to the side, blood sputtering out of his mouth. But the assault didn’t stop there; Namjoon swung upwards, the blow hitting Dohyun in an uppercut and sending him to the floor unconscious. The crowd burst with shouts and screams as Namjoon backed away, watching the ref count and spitting blood to the floor beside him. Regaining consciousness, Dohyun attempted to get up, but it was clear that he was done, disoriented and unable to hold himself up. Finishing his count, there was no need to consult the points as the ref came over to raise Namjoon’s hand in a show of victory. While Dohyun’s crew came over to help the poor man, Namjoon’s burst into the ring like baboons, shouting and hugging their friend with the exception of Jin, who was fumbling with gauze and pushing members out of the way.

               “C’mon.” Chayeon said excitedly beside you, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the chair as Namjoon exited the ring. “They’ll be in the dressing room.”

               Pushing through the crowd that was currently quivering with the adrenaline of the match, you dove towards the two doors you’d noticed earlier. Nerves shook you as she pushed open the door, loud cheers of triumph bursting from within. The room was spacious, tables covered in supplies and water as Namjoon sat in a chair in the middle of the room, wiping the blood from his mouth with a towel as Jin hovered around him, inspecting him for more wounds. Upon hearing the door open, all heads spun to you before relaxing at the sight of Chayeon who exclaimed words of congratulations before walking toward Jin. Upon seeing you, Namjoon swatted Jin’s hand away from his face, flashing you a bright smile and telling the brown haired boy to get out of the chair beside him.

               “Hyung—“

               “Jungkook, I just won and you’re seriously not gonna go get me a drink?” Namjoon made excuses to the groaning kid, who did as he was told, but not without grumbling as he went past you and into the chaos outside of the dressing room.

               Once Jungkook moved, Namjoon looked back at you, motioning to the chair beside him, making you grin abashedly before walking across to him. Taking up residence beside him, you said, “Congratulations, you liar.”

               Chuckling, he muttered ‘I’m fine’ to Jin who took the indication to leave and pulled Chayeon to sit on a bench on the side of the room. “Would you’ve talked to me if I said who I was?” Opening your mouth to retort, you immediately closed it knowing he was right. Namjoon laughed well naturedly, “Exactly.”

               “Hey, let’s go.” An orange haired boy called out, standing near the door.

               Everyone began to rise and when you started to get up, Namjoon grabbed your hand, tugging you lightly to stay. Glancing at him, you felt your skin burn where his tape covered hand held yours and you slowly fell back into the seat. Dropping your hand before the others could see, Namjoon grabbed his bag from the side, rifling through it. “I’ll be out in a little while; I still gotta change.”

               “Y/N?” Chayeon asked.

               “I-uh-“

               “She’s gonna help me take off the tape.” Namjoon cast Chayeon an innocent smile, wiggling his hands in the air.

               Chayeon gave you a quizzical look and you nodded in response to reassure her. One by one, they left the room, the once loud space becoming silent in their wake. Clearing his throat, Namjoon began to peel back the tape on his knuckles with his teeth, fingers unable to catch the edges. Laughing under your breath, you drug your chair so you sat in front of him. Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed as you took the hand away from his mouth, unwinding the tape yourself. “You said you wanted my help, right?”

               “Thank you…” Namjoon’s voice was low as he spoke, sitting back while you finished taking one hand out of the tape.

               “Your hand…” You whispered shocked, seeing the bruises forming over his knuckles despite the padding of the tape and gauze.

               “Ah, you’re right. Maybe I need to punch lighter?” He replied playfully, trying to lighten the mood instead of letting you dwell on his welfare. Shaking your head, you laughed lightly, grabbing the other hand and peeling back the tape.

               “What you said was true though…” You said. Your was voice quiet even though there was no one to listen besides him while you fought to keep your eyes on his hand and not on his half naked body which was shining dimly under the fluorescent lights. The pull you felt toward him seemed to intensify in the small space, not having anyone around to distract from it. “It’s not what I expected.”

               Lips upturning, he nodded at your words and shifted closer to you, the smell of sweat still clinging to his skin. “So, did you like it then?”

               “I wouldn’t go that far.” You scoffed. “But it wasn’t as terrible as I thought it’d be. Watching you— it was incredible really. I see now why they call you a god; you were amazing.”

               Dropping the last pieces of tape to the floor and running a finger over his knuckles, you elevated your eyes to see his face close to yours. He made no reply, but instead leaned in closer to you. Wrapping his fingers around the metal legs of the chair, he yanked it forward, making you squeal in surprise. His legs encompassed yours; knees flush against his own seat. Grasping the edges of your seat, his forearms pressed into the skin of your thighs as he placed his forehead against yours, allowing his breath to mingle with the air you breathed. Moving in closer, his nose brushed against yours before his lips came to press a chaste kiss against your own. Your eyes fluttered closed as fire seemed to course through your veins. However, lips left yours much too soon. Opening the lids of your hooded eyes, his searched yours for an inkling of direction, but instead of waiting for him, you surged forward in a hunt for more. Lips moved melodically against yours as your hands skimmed over his arms and onto his shoulders. A palm smoothed over your hip and to the small of your back, fingertips pressing into your body and urging you forward. Boldness washed over you as you lifted from the chair, a wave of excitement passing through you as Namjoon kicked the plastic structure away. Cupping his neck, you bit down on his bottom lip, tugging as you pulled away and making him grunt breathily. Hands attached to the back of your thighs, they grazed upwards as you swung a leg on either side of him, sitting in his lap while your legs dangled over the sides of the chair. Attaching your mouth to his once again, his tongue immediately requested entrance, swiping over your bottom lip. Granting his wish, the metallic taste of blood still held traces in his mouth, making your heart rate quicken with provocation. Winding your fingers into his blonde tresses, his arms wound tightly around you, making you press flush against his bare chest. Feeling his muscles through your thin shirt, your nails ran against his scalp, eliciting a moan.

               “Hyung, I didn’t know what you wanted so I got— oh my god.” The sounds of a plastic cup hitting the floor made the two of you break apart. With your back to the door, you looked over your shoulder to see the kid from before named Jungkook, standing awkwardly with his hands over his eyes. Face flushing from embarrassment, you quickly scrambled off of Namjoon, who now looked rather annoyed. “S-sorry. I d-didn’t know; Jimin- hyung said you were alone—“

               “It’s fine, Jungkook. Just go.” Sighing, Namjoon ran a hand over his face, rising from the chair and plucking up a shirt and jeans from his bag. Nodding frantically, Jungkook quickly exited the room, leaving you two alone once again. Shooting you an apologetic look, Namjoon said dejectedly, “I’m gonna take a quick shower and then we can go, okay?”

               Nodding, you stifled a laugh behind your palm as Namjoon disappeared into the shower, only to immerge not ten minutes later. Looking at his freshly cleaned figure, you cast him a smile while he shrugged on his sweater. “Ready?”

               “Yeah.” He replied and you began to move toward the door. “So… are you gonna come here again?”

              Shrugging, a smirk etched onto your lips, a teasing tone adorning your voice. “I don’t know. Maybe. I might be busy, you know, with school and all.”

               Growling behind you, his arms slithered around your waste, face burying into your neck while you laughed against him. “What are you in school for anyway?”

               “Nursing.”

               “Oh good, I could use one of those too. The one I have isn’t very good.” He commented, making you giggle at the mention of Jin, only to laugh loudly when you pulled open the door and he remarked, “Jin acts like my god damn mom.”

L-M-N-O-P

A Zootopia fanfic I wrote today :)


“Lizzie! Lizzieee!” The sound of Eliza’s older sister yelling echoed from down the hall. Eliza ignored her, annoyed to be called by her kit name. Lizzie was a name for babies and Eliza was eight now. Far too old to be called a baby name. She continued playing with her dolls who, at the moment, were having a very important tea party. Light thudding footsteps grew louder until they stopped at the doorway to the bedroom. The room, usually loud and full of Eliza’s siblings, had twelve kit-sized beds and was deserted except for her and her sister. Eliza looked up at Emma who was rudely interrupting her alone time. It wasn’t everyday that all of her siblings would be out of the way for such a long period of time and Eliza wanted to savor every moment of having the beautiful dolls all to herself. She wished she had hidden the dolls so that Emma wouldn’t make her share, but it was too late now.

“What is it, Em?” Eliza groaned dramatically.

Emma hopped in place, her ears standing straight up as she spoke. “Everyone’s looking for you. Aunt Judy is here!” Eliza stared blankly. They had hundreds of aunts and uncles and she didn’t understand why everyone was downstairs just to see one Bunny.

“So?” She shrugged and continued filling the teacups with imaginary tea.

“The one who got married to a Fox!” Emma’s eyes were wide with excitement and she smiled as if what she said held the magic words to make Eliza race downstairs.

Eliza sighed. “So?” She didn’t care if Bunny Claus himself were downstairs. She wouldn’t give up this isolation for anything.

“Well don’t you wanna see their little kits? One of them has really cool eyes! It’s like purple but it has green in the middle and-”

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I imagine Grandma Mako is the biggest supporter of Wuko

She’s always asking Mako

“When are you finally going to take the Prince out on a date?”

“Are you guys dating yet?”

“You should be thankful that royalty is interested in you Mako, stop hesitating and ask him out already or I’m going to do it for you.”

Exo Reaction to Thinking Their Girl is Cheating But Is Really Secretly Going to a Therapist

So, I finally get to your request smarty! Lol. I hope you like it. And yes, I hope Tao doesn’t leave either. :/ 

Baekhyun:

He waited outside the building she went into for about an hour and ten minutes, sitting on the bench outside so she would see him upon leaving. He wanted her to know he knew that she was cheating and he wanted to see the look on her face. When she walked out of the building, he heard a soft sigh leave her lips. She walked down the steps and turned to walk home, but he looked up and made direct eye contact. 

“Bae-” his name began to fall from her lips, but her shock stopped her from finishing. She looked up towards the building and pulled her brows together. “No, I didn’t want you to find out this way.” 

Baekhyun crossed his arms and didn’t say anything. He didn’t know how to. When it came down to it, making the words leave his mouth was more difficult than he anticipated. He bit his lip. 

“Baek, I was scared…I didn’t know how to deal with it.” Baekhyun raised his brow and looked up at her, confused by her statement. She walked to his side and sat down. She fiddled with the engagement ring on her finger, breathing softly. “When the fans found out about me, they learned everything they could. They threatened my mom, attacked my little sister at school, and have been emailing me threats for weeks.” 

“What?” he asked as he tilted his head and looked towards the building.

“I was scared to tell you I was seeing a therapist,” she admitted quietly as her eyes stared at the pavement. “What kind of woman is scared of a bunch of little girls?”  

“Don’t be sorry,” he said distantly as he slowly looked back at her face. He felt like an asshole and a fool. A jealous, distrusting asshole and a fool. He took her hands in his and held them as he looked into her eyes. “I’ll do everything I can to help you feel safe.” 

Chanyeol:

“Where have you been going at night?” 

He knew being straight forwards and asking was the best option. Beating around the bush never helped anyone and it certainly was not going to help him with this. If she was cheating, that would be the end of them. 

“You noticed?” she asked with a sigh as she looked up at him. 

“Just tell me why,”  he responded seriously, cutting even further to the point. 

“Well, honestly it’s hard to deal with you being away for so long. I need to figure out a way to adjust to it,” she replied with a shrug. 

“Having sex with someone else does not deal with it!” he yelled as his eyes widened, completely disbelieving how nonchalantly she was dealing with his questions. 

“Having sex…what the hell are you talking about?” she asked as her expression became just as confused as his. “Chanyeol, I have been seeing a therapist. I can’t go during the day because of work and I spend my weekends with you.” 

Chen:

Chen doesn’t even waste a beat when he catches onto her disappearances and thinks that she is cheating on him. He waits for her to come home after one night when she leaves and sits in on the couch, reading a book leisurely. When she walks into the house, he doesn’t even look up from the book he’s fixated on. 

“Where were you?” he asked her calmly. 

“Out,” she responded as she opened the fridge and took a bottle of water from the fridge. 

Chen took in a deep breath and then set the book down on the table. He looked at her, more serious this time and crossed his arms. 

“So, what’s his name?”

“Lee, he’s my therapist.” His girlfriend set the bottle down and then walked towards the bedroom. When she stepped through the threshold, she turned back to him before she shut the door. “Have fun on the couch tonight, Jagi.” 

Kai:

Kai sighed as he listened to his girlfriend’s heartbeat as he lied his head on her chest. He was so comfortable with her, relaxed and at ease, completely able to be himself. Of course he finds the perfect girl and she is cheating on him. 

“Jagi, you’d just tell me if you found someone else you’d rather be with, right?” he asked her slowly, as he looked up at her face. 

Her expression suddenly darkened and she sat up abruptly. He also sat up as quickly as he could, facing her with mild panic on his face. It was a strange reaction and he wasn’t sure what can of worms he just opened.  

“Are you cheating on me?” she demanded angrily. 

“What no,” he said quickly as he held his hands up in front of him. “I thought you were cheating on me.” 

Her eyes became angrier as she grabbed the pillow next to her. He bolted up as she threw it, just managing to dodge out of the way. 

“You moron, I’m seeing a therapist!” 

“I just totally realised I have practice.” 

Kris:

Kris didn’t have a single clue about how to approach her. Luhan told him just to come out and say it, Lay told him to approach it gently, Tao had said nothing, Chen just laughed at him and Xiumin shrugged. He had to wonder what girl in her right mind would cheat on him. 

Shaking his head, he walked straight into her apartment. She was at the counter, chopping vegetables and then pushing them into a pot on the stove. When she saw him, she smiled. 

“Are you cheating on me?” he asked her loudly. 

Her expression quickly became confused and then shocked. “No, Kris…no I am not.” 

“Then where do you go at night?” he asked her with exasperation clearly evident in his tone. 

“My therapist…” she said slowly. “Don’t you remember? I told you about it…like when we first started dating…” 

Kyungsoo:

He couldn’t stop the question from leaving his lips. He had just sort of blurted it out while they had gone to dinner with Suho and his wife. He hadn’t meant to, but it had been gnawing at him all week. 

He could see how embarrassed she was just by the way her lips had set in a firm line and how tight her jaw was. She cleared her throat and then took a sip of her wine, avoiding eye contact with Suho and his wife and trying to figure out what to say. She sighed as she set the glass down. 

“Kyungsoo, no. I am not. I go to a therapist once a week,” she told him as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. She threw it on her uneaten food and then stood up. She bowed to Suho and have him an apologetic look. “I’m very sorry, but I have to go home and re-evaluate my relationship with this moron.” 

When she was gone, Suho cleared his throat and looked at D.O. “You really fucked that one up.” 

Lay:

“Baobei, are you cheating on me?” Lay asked his girlfriend as she made breakfast for them. 

“What kind of girl in her right mind would cheat on you?” she asked him with a raised brow as she looked towards him. “Of course not.” 

“Then where do you go on thursday nights?” he asked her as he tilted his head, confusion very clear on his facial features. 

His girlfriend turned away from him and sighed, staring at the fish she was cooking. She chewed on the inside of her lip, obviously too embarrassed or ashamed to tell him. After a few more seconds, she blew the air out of her lungs again. 

“Look, I am going to a therapist to deal my with jealousy,” she said as she turned towards him and crossed his arms. “You’re really close with Chen, Xiumin, Luhan, Kris, and Tao…sometimes I feel like we’re not that close.” 

“Oh…”

Luhan:

*is too manly to be cheated on.*

Sehun:

Sehun couldn’t take the stress any longer, knowing why she was disappearing. Surely if she didn’t appreciate him than he deserved someone else. He convinced himself that he would confront her as he forced himself to walk up the flights of stairs to her apartment. 

Without really waiting, he knocked and then immediately opened the door, letting himself in. She was at her computer in the living room and barely looked up to acknowledge that he stepped into her home. He marched into her kitchen, putting his hands on his hips. 

“Why are you cheating on me?” 

She looked up at him and he could see the anger in her eyes. She stood up and then slowly walked towards him and touched the side of his cheek. He was already sensing that something was terribly wrong. 

“Oh, Jagi,” she said like she was comforting a child that had fallen. “I’m not cheating on you, I am seeing a therapist. But you can kiss sex goodbye now.” 

Suho:

*thinks she is cheating on him*

*learns she wasn’t and he just thought she would do that to him*

Tao:

Tao wasn’t convinced that his girlfriend had been cheating, so he asked his group mates. Each and every one of them agreed that her behavior was suspicious and so, even though it was against his better judgment, he decided to confront her. If she was cheating, he wanted to know for sure before he made any decisions about what to do. 

“Baobei, can I talk to you?” he asked her as he sat down next to her on her couch while she watched TV. 

She turned off the television and turned to him, her expression a little concerned. He only got so serious when he was leaving to tour for a long time and she hated being without him for so long. She bit her lip as she looked at her hands, fidgeting with her bracelet. 

“Look, I don’t know how to ask this in a nice way,” he said as he crossed his arms. “You have been going out at night a couple times a week or just not coming home from work right away. Are you cheating on me?” 

“Really?” she asked him, completely disbelieving that he would think she was capable of that. She shook her head and stood up, grabbing her purse off the table and reaching inside. She took a business card from within and threw it into his lap and then retreated to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. 

Dr. Kim Lee-Wook, Counselor. 

Xiumin:

“Baobei, are you cheating on me?” Xiumin asks casually from across the table. 

“Nope,” she said as she continued to read her romance novel. She paused and then looked up at him with a raised brow. “If I was cheating on you, why would I be reading smut in my spare time?” 

Xiumin raised his brow back at her. “That argument makes no sense…you’re reading it right now.” 

She smirked at him, crossing her legs. “Yeah, but you’ve been a little boring lately.” 

“You did not just say that,” he said as he looked at her with serious eyes. 

“I believe I did,” she said as she lifted her book back up to read it again. “What are you going to do about it?” 

anonymous asked:

Like I wanna see her win the hearts of her husband and steppies or at least their respect and she's loyal to them and shows them that she's loyal!! I want my hubby to love me dang it haha 😂

“Our love was built over years. Stone by Stone.”

Ned’ll come around eventually - the time line for the series would be book not show. So, it’s only about three years before GOT would take place. 

I’m thinking…they will finally be comfortable enough for Ned to enjoy her company and to be able to smile freely around her, and then he’s named Hand of the King and goes south leaving the reader (maybe who’s unknowingly pregnant) behind!

Of course, being a Lannister (and the daughter to Tywin), she’ll know how to play the Game of Thrones quite well soooo none of that running around playing detective crap lol

saplingstudy  asked:

hi carol here's that one blackpink anon (who also just posted her introductory post and i wanted to thank you for your great help when i asked something) aND I KNOW ITS NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL BUT I CAN FINALLY TELL WHO IS WHO LMAO I FELT SI STUPID WHEN I COULDNT TELL IF ITS JISOO OR CHAE

!!! aaAH yay lol im glad u can tell them apart now!! it’s nice to put a name to a face (✿◠‿◠)

anonymous asked:

Quick explanation ... First of all, among all the Cophine Tumblr blogs, yours stood out (the name alone makes me smile at least once a day), second, great tagging! And third and final, relentless reblogging of Cophine gifs just overcame my initial scepticism about the whole concept of the show (like how can one person convincingly play so many clones of hers, lol). Plus, EBro's magical hair and laugh and...! Who can resist that forever?! :D --Ros

This is super sweet, thank you! It makes me very happy to know my bullshit blog, and relentless cophine reblogs, had such a positive impact on you. Ebro is, indeed, quite magical. If I could clone her, I would, but, alas, there could only ever truly be one of her. We probably couldn’t really handle multiple Ebros anyhow, even though we would certainly, without a doubt, be willing to give it a try, for science.

Originally posted by blackdressedsoul